Luyện nghe bài hát Holy Trials

Tied to a stake, purity through
A blessing the Church,
to sin,
Alchemist to the
they hang your head,
of witchcraft, for making metal
It's to burn,
on Earth, a second birth
An Age of pain.
Lapsing into time, on an age,
Of with no solutions,
Call on the Inquisitor for of a witch,
A reign of horror no tomorrow,
Informers lies to inherit the estate,
Evil for a gain,
on the torturer and his tools of the trade,
The speaks the truth.
Casting spells - chants
with burning eyes,
action-witches brew
accuser lies,
On the stake to burn alive see the crowed your kind,
Down below no repentance, excommunication is prize.

Run down, low, aching muscles, tension full,
for death!
Broken bones, ripping flesh, you've a bloody mess,
will it end?
Going slow, felling pain, "Why me?"
A nightmare!
Frustration, denomination,
time to meet your maker.
UNHOLY! TRAILS...
The evil plot, perverted, demented sacred grounds,
UNHOLY! TRAILS...
Cathedrals rule on fear, the weak unwillingly their lives.

Martyr no cause, submission to your fate,
The magic and the spells, there to gain,
The knowledge you obtained, torment claimed insane!

For and witchcraft now you pay in vain,
Your mortal pressing death,
Judgement made, but insane?
in the Bishop's den